My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Chapter 153 Ling'er, do you like devils?The kind of love between men and women.

Moon stars are rare.

In the distance, there were bursts of roars from wild beasts.

The wind whimpered like a ghost whining.

The little maid herself was very timid, and she trembled when she heard these voices, her almond eyes were filled with fear.

But even so, he still stood stubbornly in front of the mountain gate, looking into the distance, and waited for a long time.

It wasn't until the little face turned pale and the sky was about to light up that he reluctantly left this place.

There is a basket on the back, which contains various herbs, some are used to stop bleeding, and some are simply to heal wounds...

Every plant is collected by her in the back mountain through untold hardships.

When she was a child, her family was very poor, so Ling'er's mother always carried her to the mountains to gather medicine.

After going back and forth, I got to know a lot of herbs.

In the past two days, she heard from people in the sect that it is very dangerous for the demon king to lead people into battle.

So, she knelt down day and night and prayed to Empress Empress to protect the Demon Lord, hoping that the Demon Lord would be safe and sound.

After all, she is a little maid, and she is still a very stupid little maid, she can't go out with the Demon Lord, and she can't help the Demon Lord.

So he thought about picking some herbs to heal the demon.

Although she knew very well that a practitioner as powerful as Mozun possessed countless panaceas and powerful magical skills, the herbs she picked might not be of any use.

It will only be placed in her little basket...

for a long time, for a long time...

Like this little maid like her, humble and insignificant, like dust, and like the roadside wildflower that the Demon Lord gave her, no one cares about it at all.

But...it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

She has long been used to this, shouldn't the little maid be like this?
What's more, she is already very, very happy with the demon king and the princess.

Don't have any extravagant expectations.

As long as she works hard, hard, hard, and keeps this little happiness, she will be satisfied.

And, what if?
In case these herbal medicines can help Mozun a little bit, so that Mozun will suffer less pain.

Wouldn't it be a great help?

Therefore, in the past two days, she risked being scratched by thorns and the serious consequences of being swallowed by wild animals, traveled all over the back mountain, and finally collected this basket of herbs.

For her, these materials are the most precious things, and they must not be damaged in the slightest.

Thinking of this time, the little maid put down the basket from her back and hugged it to her chest.

The basket was stable and stable, without any waves.

She was very happy to make her almond eyes blink, and the baby's fat little face also showed small dimples.

But soon, she paused, as if realizing something, she pushed the basket slightly.

Looking at the young, slightly protruding breasts, she pursed her mouth again, her eyes dimmed.

original……

The reason why the basket was so stable just now was because her chest was too small.

Thinking of this period of time, I spent all my hard-earned money to buy papaya to make soup, but my chest was so unsatisfactory.

Ling'er's heart was bleeding, and she couldn't help but swear that she couldn't live up to her expectations, and crying, she hugged the basket and fell off the rock.

"Xiaoxue, go home."

She lowered her head and opened her mouth, and her voice just fell.

A snow-white lion cat that had been squatting next to her withdrew its resentful gaze looking into the distance.

Jump off the rock.

It turned into an afterimage and landed behind Ling'er.

There was a faint radiance in those glazed emerald green eyes, and the surroundings were full of intimidation.

While following the little maid, walking on a catwalk, towards the Indus Courtyard, while looking back reluctantly into the distance.

The figure is enchanting and full of charm.

Everywhere reveals the aura of the charm Fang Yang gave to the concubine, "Spring Jade Jue".

In just a few days, it has reached its peak.

That kind of charm is actually exuded from a cat, making it look like a young woman who is looking forward to the return of the king at this moment, which makes people think about it.

The night is like a mist like a veil, and the dawn is approaching in the distance, tearing away a little bit of light, it looks so dazzling.

Soon, Ling'er and Baixue Shimao left the mountain gate and disappeared into the night.

And after one person and one cat left, a figure quietly appeared on the rockery not far away.

Sinking fish and falling geese, alluring the city and the country.

The complicated and gorgeous long skirt, fluttering in the wind, was tightly attached to the round and jade-like body, outlining a thrilling arc.

It was Han Lingxuan, Princess of Zhennan who was number one on the rouge list in the Tang Dynasty.

She was supposed to be elegant and imposing, but at this moment, those red phoenix eyes revealed a deep guilty conscience.

Finally, after looking at Ling'er's back and confirming that her servant girl had already left, she breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest, and was shocked for a while.

Almost opened my clothes.

Such a scale made her frown, very annoyed.

this thing...

It seems to be bigger again.

It's all to blame that devil, what kind of evil massage skills are you practicing?Get a massage every time.

He also taught her such exercises as "Chun Yu Jue".

She obviously wanted to assassinate the devil, but in the end, she determined to have a skill to curry favor with the devil. Not only did the devil not suffer any damage, but he felt more comfortable.

It is really……

Ridiculous!

And the most important thing is that after experiencing the last questioning, she felt that her feelings for the devil had become more and more complicated.

The devil has been away for the past few days, and at first she hoped that the devil would get some injuries and stop being as rampant as before.

But soon, she became a little distracted, and every day, the devil's strong body, handsome face, and... the devil flashed through her mind.

She endured it for a long time, but finally she couldn't bear it anymore, so she came to this mountain gate every day to have a look.

While practicing charm, while waiting for the return of the devil,
By the way, he had to hide and follow behind his little maid, for fear that something might happen to Ling'er.

Changfeng hunting...

The princess's three thousand black hair was blown up, making it messy, and some strands hit her face, making her beautiful oval face even more shockingly beautiful.

The night was filled, and the princess had completely calmed down. Standing on the rockery, she looked in the direction of Shadow Moon Temple with complicated eyes.

I don't know why, I am worried to the extreme.

She just watched, watched, watched for a long time, and finally flew towards Wutongyuan.

As the owner of the body of the wedding dress, her cultivation talent can be called terrifying, and in just a few days, it has reached an unimaginable level.

During the flying, the hair fluttered and the long skirt fluttered.

Hurry up and go back to the Wutong courtyard.

As soon as he pretended to be lying on the bed, there was a sound of the door opening outside.

Not long after, the little maid came in from the outside with a basket in her arms. The baby's fat face was dirty and panting. Behind her was a snow-white lion cat that looked like a young woman.

Enchanting, graceful...

The eyes are resentful.

As soon as Ling'er entered the courtyard, she started to get busy.

Squatting on the ground, sorted out the herbs, and then washed the leaves with clean water to make sure there was no dust.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and a big smile appeared on his small face.

Afterwards, he took out a homemade shower head and walked to the corner of Wutongyuan courtyard.

There stood two vases, both made of clay pots.

It's just a flower carving with carvings, filled with gorgeous flowers, colorful, competing for beauty, just like a work of art.

The other one was already a bit dilapidated, it was obviously a discarded pottery pot, but it was picked up by the little maid, used as waste, and cleaned from the beginning to the end.

There was only a flower in it, a wild flower, which Fang Yang picked casually by the roadside last time and gave it to her.

It is still a flower bud, not open yet, and looks quite humble.

But Ling'er obviously liked this flower very much, after watering the princess's field flower first, she then watered her own flower bone.

The ground was watery, so he nodded in satisfaction.

And all this fell into Han Lingxuan's eyes. Seeing her little girl's face was full of exhaustion, and her delicate hands were covered with scars from thorns, she couldn't help itching her teeth with hatred, wishing she could kill that devil .

For the past two days, she had been following Ling'er, so she knew very well how much effort Ling'er had put in and how many dangers she had gone through in order to pick these herbs.

And all of this was bewitched by that devil, Ling'er is really kind.

As long as others show the slightest bit of kindness, she will firmly grasp it, and then... give everything.

Moreover, Ling'er's little head is not as smart as her, nor as firm as her.

Otherwise, how could he be deceived by the devil and have a good impression of that devil?
The more she thought about it, the more she felt worthless for her maid, and finally couldn't help asking.

"Ling'er, do you like that devil? The kind of love between men and women,"

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　　Putting down the embracing clothes in his hands, Gu Qi, who studied the spells all night, taught the reformed female snitch the way of cultivating immortals to the top of bliss:
　　"The secret of cultivating immortals is neither fate nor hard work, but a compromise between the two."

　　With her hair resting on the pillow, the cold female snitch looked sideways at the person next to the pillow, her calm tone filled with subtle fatigue:
　　"speak English."

　　"Rely on force."

　　"?"

　　You'd better say cultivating immortals...

　　No... Subconsciously curled up in a corner to keep a distance from Gu Qi, she freed up one hand to rub her sore waist.

　　Who taught you to cultivate immortals like this?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)